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Madagascar.
And hide, their Magazin of Archerie;Lest what was their defence, might now supplyThy Godhead, which is harmelesse yet; but knowWhen thou shalt head a Shaft, and draw a Bow,Each then thou conquerst, must a Lover be;The worst estate of their captivitie. What sound is that! whose concord makes a jarre'Tis noise in peace, though harmonie in warre:The Drumme; whose doubtfull Musick doth delightThe willing eare, and the unwilling fright.Had wet Orion chosen to lamentHis griefs at Sea, on such an Instrument;Perhaps the martiall Musick might inciteThe Sword-fish, Thrasher, and the Whale to fight,But not to dance; the Dolphin he should lack,Who to delight his eare, did load his back:And now as Thunder, calls ere Stormes doe rise;Yet not forewarnes, 'till just they may surprise;Till the assembling clouds are met, to powreTheir long provided furie in one showre;Even so this little thunder of the Drumme,Foretold a danger just when it was come:

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